by Jon Rappoport
January 10, 2020
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Energy.
As in: energy depletion.
Without energy, the individual feels trapped. In that state, he seeks to conform, fit in, survive long enough to die of old age.
Body and mind deploy various feedback mechanisms to inform a person about his “available supply of energy,” and when these signals are taken as absolute truth, trouble comes.
“I can sense my energy is dwindling. So I have to…settle for less, or see a doctor, or give up, or accept that I’m getting older, or change my values, or tune up a victim-story, or join a group, or…”
On and on it goes.
In this twilight zone, the individual is unwilling to consider solutions that could restore his vitality. He’s already opted for a lower level of life.
In particular, he’s unwilling to explore the one aspect of his capability that works like magic: imagination.
That’s out. No dice. Preposterous. Absurd.
After all, imagination is just that spring rain he felt as a child, that unknown space that held all the promise in the world.
That was then; this is now.
Now is sober reflection. Now is routine. Now is habit. Now is empty.
Once upon a time, he read a science fiction novel and, at the end of it, he felt as if he were standing, triumphant, in deep space at the crossroad of a hundred solar systems.
Now he knows there is no such place. Now he is intelligent.
And now he has no energy.
The light that once flared is gone.
The idea that his own imagination could lead him to discoveries beyond anything he knows is fool’s gold.
Yes, once when he was twenty, he woke up in the middle of the night and walked to his window and looked out over a city and knew he was on the cusp of an endless future…but what can he do about that now? There is no returning.
So his imagination waits. It idles.
Yet…if he took a chance, if he began to dream again, if he started up the engine, if he considered offloading the interlocking systems that have become his daily life, what might happen?
What layers of dead thought might peel away?
What abiding convictions might dissolve?
What energies might be restored?
Is there a huge space beyond his common neurological impulses and rigid survival habits, where Vision can be played out on a vast scale?
Is there a different kind of life he can enter, crossing the threshold from tired knowledge into mystery?
Can he take a route around his stale reality after opening the door to his imagination?
There is, in fact, a silent channel that winds through the entire time-scale of the human race.
History does not officially record it, because history is written by winners for losers, and this channel has nothing to do with pedestrian notions of victory or defeat.
The route of imagination has no truck with conventional space or time. It invents its own, and eventually introduces them into the world.
How many stories are there about journeying knights who cross the boundary from ordinary events into a realm of magic?
The stories are messages…sent to ourselves, to remember. This place, this day, this moment is a platform from which to embark.
Adventure, with no end.
Imagination.
Energy.
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Jon Rappoport
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.
I BELIEVE, that all the wonders of the creative imagination are possible.
I THINK, that certain limit “types”, within (“self”) and/or without (“the world”), are existent.
I FEEL, somehow, that these limits are larger & more powerful than little ole` me. Which, of course, sounds ridiculous, because if said limit type is a “within” type, how could “a more powerful limit” be limited by, “little ole` me.” NOW THAT’S INSANITY! or at least IT’s thinking. I’ll have to review & revisit that one.
I SENSE, I need to rest my head.
Many long years ago, I was heading to my car on a gray and rainy day, considering the gloominess of it all. A little boy about four years old, donned in rain boots, was holding his mother’s hand and crossing the street not far from me. As he walked, he lifted his little legs high and brought his feet down to the street so one could ‘hear’ its wetness. He giggled softly, then said rather exuberantly, “This is the best day yet.” My perception of gloominess was immediately forsaken. Through the years, this little boy’s voice has countless times served to remind me that is not the perception that controls you, but rather you that controls the perception. The power of one. Create yourself and your life.
So true – when we make a habit of blaming externals like the weather (or other people) for our feelings, we abdicate control, and get cut off from the internal source of experience. Not only in the mind, but the body as well sets up blockages, tensions that never let go, that generate problems.
So much of our news is about blaming others for our problems, convincing us that they are in control. The media feeds our habit because there is widespread demand for this kind of narrative.
Infinite.
Amusing. I really got a kick out of Ricky Gervais’ recent Golden Globes monologue, because it was an Emperor has no clothes event. All those highly skilled, successful people in the room and behind the scenes haven’t produced anything except ways to alleviate boredom, which is everywhere in modern culture. Imagine the same treatment for, say, the medical industry, education, the car industry. Those are just 3 examples of spiraling costs for building useless, wasteful, and harmful extensions of practical solutions that should have been entirely replaced 50 years ago.
We need to do more than laugh at the current state of affairs. We have the creative resources within to invent and inspire, but not much will to use them.
It may be our culture is going through a phase of complete deconstruction of all ideologies. I think that is almost certain. What happens next? If we burn the ship, can we swim to an island and build a new one? We are going to find out. Human energy? Yeah, we need it!
The Abyss
We are all figments of the abyss aching to be,
Burning embers of higher illumination;
In whose warm glow we can see
The brush fires of the imagination!
We are transcendental sparks
Feeding the kiln of universal being,
A beacon in the dark
A new way of seeing.
We are orphans of oblivion’s womb
On a romantic sojourn of death,
Cursed by our mortal wound
Touched by Eternity’s breath.
As dark clouds rise on the horizon
Man flies from his mortal cocoon,
Beyond the algorithms of Urizen
Seeking his magical boon.
For we direct our own resurrection
A sublime mixture of joy and woe,
Troubadours of love’s absolution
On our brief journey down death row.
And letting go of love
I crossed the bottomless abyss,
Beyond the heavens above
Greeted by love’s true kiss.
The future for humanity is bright indeed
Freedom from our dutiful existence
Planting our eternal love seeds
Amid this mortal pestilence
We are prisoners of this sphere
Sleepwalking to our doom
Wiping away bitter tears
As our soul’s begin to bloom
March on to your glory!
Though the end be ever neigh,
You shall write your hero’s story
As the fare Angels above sigh.
And in this enchanted world
We live in such sweet agony,
Around which the eddies of time swirl
Engulfing each moment’s sweet Ecstasy!
To see beyond Kronos shadowy lair
Takes courage to live anew,
And to ever dare
To thine own self be true.